The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-04-29
TWO PHYSICIANS:
One Of the Body and One Of the
Soul.

Soul.
Throughout his life, Dupuy tren, the
renowned French surgeon, proved him.
self man of action. We admired less
his genius for speculative research
than the prodigious faculty for applied
science which characterized his career.
His surgical discoveries, although num-
erOus and important, do not admit of
his being compared even with such
men as j. L. Petit Pott, or Desault;
but the marvellous ease which he dis
played in cases of the gravest concern,
the eXpedients he had at command in
complications of the most desperate
diseases, that admirable promptitude
of eye, that infallibility of judgment
and of hand, placed him foremost
among practitioners in a science where
practice is so intimately linked with
theory.
1t will readily be granted that the
peculiar nature of those labors to
which his genius had doomed him may
have reacted upon his character and
nodded It, The man who, day after
day, held in his grasp the lives of 50
many of his fellew- beings and from
whose verdict there was almost no APP
pea, doubtless found little to esteem
OF admire in poor, suffering humanity.
Carrying out to the utmost his abso-
lutte views of positivist, Dupuytren,
in matters connected with religion, OBJ
stinately inveiged against what he
termed Utopian speculations, whenever
he found an occasion, however spe-
cious, to do so, By degrees, his an
tipathy that way degenerated into
downright hatred. His high position
at the court of the restoration could
not fail, however, to eXtort from him
some concessions to principles so irrey-
ocably ospoused. Here is an exam
pie: At a mass celebrated in the private
chapel of the palace of Saint Cloud, one
day, Dupuytren, at the moment of ele-
walton, let fall with great clatter, his
voluminous "Book of Hours" bound
with massive golden clasps. The
Duchesse d Angouleme, who was pres
ent, looked up and remarked:
"There is M. Dupuytren losing his
Hoursr'
''But not this time, "rejoined the Due
de Maille, who knelt by the side of the
Duchesse.
This religious discrimination, to which
Dupuytren seemingly resigned himself
with sufficient good grace, only irri-
tated him the more; it confirmed his
strenuous hatred of ideas which were
opposed to his own and of those who
advocated them.
However this may be, Dupuytren
was hard worker; he was unremit-
tingly occupied, and few may boast
of u life so busy as his own. Summer
and winter he was up at five o'clock in
the morning. AT seven he was at the
Hotel-Dieu hospital, which he left at
eleven. After this he went his rounds
of visits, and returned home to receive
the sick in consultation. Although he
dispatch d these visits with almost {
brutal celebrity his clients were daily sc
numerous that the consultations oftey
lasted far into the night.
One day, the consultations having
extended even beyond the usually late
hour, Dupuytren, worn out with fl
tiguo, was about retiring to rest, wher
another visitor came to the door of hi.
room.
The person was an aged man, of Eek
,ceedingly small stature. whose age i
might have been difficult to determine
His full, ruddy face, whereon a razor
had never been required to perform it.
Office, still beamed with plumpnes,
and prettiness which, in his youth
doubtless recalled that peculiar type o
chubby cherubim so often seen il
pictures of the Immaculate Concep
ton of the Virgin Mary. Under
close network of burrows was a tiny
mouth, delicately cut, and little Ro
man nose neatly drawn; his hands an(
feet matched the rest of his diminutiv,
figure, for they were worthy of min
nature. His blue eyes, his feature
and manners wore an exquisite ex
preston of timidity, gentleness anc
good will. On certain happily-dein
Gated features the eye dwells witt
pleasure, and his was one of these
You experienced an invincible attrac
ton towards the little old man, ant
his serene countenance could not fai
to provoke endearment He wa
dressed in black, and carried a walk
ing-stick.
Bowling, as he entered the room,
broad tonsure revealed that he was
priest.
Drpuytren's eye fixed itself upol
him, sullen and frozen.
Whats your case?" asked he, stern
ly.
Doctor" softly began the priest
Al must ask of you to let me sit down
my poor old legs are getting rather
weak. Two years ago a swelling cam,
in my neck. The medical officer of tn,
village, near Nemours, where am set
tied, told me that the abscess was o
no account and would soon be gone
but it got worse, and five months late,
burst of itself. kept to my bed Ions
while without finding relief. The fac